Okay, so this is my second story on here and I'm really nervous to be posting this on here but I think I'll manage! Hope you guys like it and be sure to let me know what you think!
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Aurora O'Brian was not happy.

No, scratch that, she was absolutely furious.

She had a lot of problems, she was really blunt, she had a temper, she was too trusting, and the list goes on; but one thing she knew she had not even a hint of in her was the ability to be a bully. Very much unlike the people in the scene she was seeing unfold.

It was rather late at night and she had recently just gotten off her shift at the local garden shop to head home, only to see an attempted mugging occurring in the alleyway that she had to pass to reach her home. Fury was building in her as she saw the young white men shoving around an older black man, spouting racial slurs and demanding any and all money on him. She had briefly frozen in shock at the sheer audacity of these men before her temper had her snapping into action.

Tightening the straps of her backpack until it was nearly a second skin, she finally called attention to herself.

" 'Ey!"

The young men jumped in shock and turned to face Aurora, the surprise radiating off of them before they slowly dissolved into chuckles and laughter. One of the men holding the poor old man up against the wall waved at her dismissively while looking at her with a leer.

"Go ahead and run along doll, this don't have anything to do with you." He stated sounding like he was talking to a kid.

This only fueled O'Brian's anger, and by default her accent.

Clenching her fists at her side, she sneered at him. "Is dat so? Ye afraid av bibe 'idin' yer? Or ye so much av a coward dat yer 'av ter git yisser kicks by attakin' auld tren?" She challenged, quickly sizing up the three men. Three on one? She could handle that if it got intense. At her brash statement, the men quickly glanced at each other, not having expected that kind of a reaction from her.

"What's that mean? You wanna start something? You wanna go here and now?" Creep #1 taunted while letting go of the old man. The poor dear slumped to the ground and Aurora grit her teeth before focusing as the men started drawing closer to her. She quickly brought her fists up and lowered into a slight crouch.

"Oi don't want ter 'urt yer guys, but Oi 'av nialas problems wi' doin' so if yer don't back away roi nigh. So, unless de emergency room sounds appealin' ter any av yer, Oi 'ighly suggest yer git de 'eck oyt av 'ere." O'Brian warned, eyes flitting from one man to the other as they got even closer.

Creep #1 scoffed before lunging at her with the full intent of wrapping his meaty hands around her neck.

Dodging to the side, Aurora quickly brought her elbow out onto the side of his neck, taking advantage of his shock at the move she quickly sent a right hook right at his face, taking satisfaction at the surprised yelp it yanked out of him before she focused on Creep #2 as he sent a fist sailing towards her face. Bending backwards and doing a half-handstand, she sent one foot up in a flick that nicely caught him in the jaw. She heard his teeth click with a grunt before he stumbled back as she quickly jumped back to her feet and faced Creep #3 to have a fist meet her face.

Aurora was sent flying backwards into the brick wall and sat there a bit dazed before having to scramble away as she saw a foot heading straight for where her head was. Scrambling to her feet, she dodged the swinging arms and sent a fist right for his throat, smiling at the choking sound Creep #3 struggled to make while he clutched at his throat and bent over. Aurora wasted no time in slamming her fists down on his back and bringing her knees up into his face simultaneously. He quickly went down for the count.

Spinning on her heels to face the remaining men, she saw they were still picking themselves up and prepared herself to fight them again. They faced her and glanced down to see their comrade at her feet. Their faces darkened with twin glares as Creep #1 spat out a glob of blood. O'Brian took the next five seconds to look over the two men and was ecstatic to see that they wouldn't be without reminders of this night. The first guy had a swollen lump on the side of his neck and a very nice shiner developing , the second had a very dark blue spot that looked like it was growing on the bottom of his chin and had a bit of blood dribbling down the side of mouth.

Wiping the blood from her own mouth she grinned at them, "Shall we go again boyos?" She took a bit of guilty pleasure at seeing them sneer at her before withdrawing from the alley, probably to run off and lick their wounds and their pride. As soon as she was sure they were gone, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief before bending over and placing her hands on her knees.

" 'Oly cr'ahp, Oi 'enny gone at it loike dat for a while." She bemoaned to herself before a breathy chuckle brought her attention to the other occupant of the dark alley that wasn't out like a light. Quickly rising to her feet, Aurora strode over to him and crouched at his side, checking him over.

"Oh hun I'm fine. This old man can take a beating." He stated warmly, as if he hadn't just been half mugged.

Aurora rolled her eyes and helped him to his feet, "Dat doesn't mean yer shud 'av ter boyo. They didn't rough yer up ter badly did they?" She questioned, looking him over once again as they were now standing. He chuckled tiredly and shook his head.

"No ma'am. I do appreciate you stopping in when you did. You did happen to show up at a very convenient time for me." He stated and smiled a bit impishly at her while it was her turn to laugh.

"Well looks loike de luk av de Oirish 'ighfalutin yer mucker, ye got somewhere yer nade ter be?" She asked as the two started walking back towards the mouth of the alley. The man shook his head at her.

"No where important, I was just on my way home actually." He stated softly, adjusting the gray scarf around his neck and tucking it back into his coat.

Aurora grinned at him, "Nigh waat kind av rescuer wud Oi be if Oi didn't walk yer 'um?"

He looked at her with a bit of surprise and she nodded at his unasked question.

"Sure I'll walk yer back, someone's gotta watch yisser back.."

He smiled at her and said his thanks before the two started walking the warmly lit sidewalk. A brief silence passed between the two of them before he glanced at her.

"And would it be too much if I was to know the name of my rescuer?"

Aurora glanced at him to find mirth shining in his chocolate colored eyes. She smirked and replied with her heavy Irish accent.

"De name av yisser rescuer wud be Aurora O'Brian, yer can call me Rory." She stated, waggling her eyebrows at the man, succeeding in making him laugh before he introduced himself as Charlie Lampe. His laugh and seeing her was fine had her calming down from the recent adrenaline rush, and her accent slipping back to it's normal space.

"Is your accent always that thick?"

Funny he should mention that.

"Naw sir, jist when I get real riled up." She paused for effect, " See? It's already calmin' down."

He nodded before they stopped in front of a standard red brick building and walked up the stairs to the door. He firmly knocked and the two waited patiently while listening to a quick bustle from inside. The door was thrown open and a small woman burst forth and latched herself onto Charlie. She was babbling about how worried she was and how dare he worry her like that at her age and the like. I only got worse when the man explained to, who Rory assumed was his wife, why he was so late and what Rory had done for him.

The woman, who's name so happened to be Gigi quickly launched herself at Rory and enveloped her in a rib crushing hug thanking her repeatedly for the rescuing of her husband and nearly crying into her jacket. Rory smiled, although it was getting a bit difficult to breath, and gently patted the near hysterical woman on the back.

"You're mighty failte Mrs. Lampe." She stated warmly, gently patting the woman on the back before Gigi withdrew and beamed at her.

"I don't know how I can repay you for returning my husband to me." She stated, causing Rory to grin.

"The wan thing you can do for me is make sure Charlie stays oyt of trouble." Rory teased with a wink before stepping back. "Now I've got to be 'eading 'um, maybe we'll bump into each other under better circumstances." She stated while saying her goodbyes and heading back down the stairs. The couple said their goodbyes as well and Rory started heading home, but not before Gigi could demand that she visit them in the near future.

Turns out the Lampe's home wasn't such a ways away from her own, and Rory was quite happy to walk the remaining distance while humming an old dity. As she reached the front steps of her home, a car gunning it's engine had her stop in surprise and glance over her shoulder. She had no time to realize her fatal mistake.

Gunfire shattered the once peaceful silence before an engine revving replaced it and the silence returned. People quickly started opening their doors, shouts and screams were heard while someone demanded for 911 to be called.

Aurora O'Brian lay on the steps to her house, bleeding out.

She couldn't breath, knowing she'd been shot multiple times. Her brain was spinning but the only thing she could actually feel was the intense shock and the slowly building fogginess as she found she was slowly suffocating. A blob appeared at the corner of her vision. She blinked. No, that wasn't right, that was a person. Were they talking to her? She couldn't figure it out, what she did know was that it seemed like a wonderful time to take a nap. Maybe that's why she was so tired?

Something roughly jostled her and her eyes opened a bit more as she managed to recognize her neighbor crouching over her with his phone in hand, barking and yelling into it. He looked down at her and kept trying to say something, but despite Rory's best efforts, she just couldn't hear the man. The pain in her chest was growing rather quickly and this time when her eyes fell shut...

She couldn't find the strength to open them again.

Aurora O'Brian

Age: 25

Family/Next of Kin: None

Wounds: Bullets taken to the inner left pectoral area, lower intestine, and right upper lung

Procedure: Immediate surgery following admittance to hospital

Status: Deceased

Time of Death: 12:02 a.m.

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Okay! So that was the chapter, hope you guys don't mind how I wrote Rory's accent (and if you're Irish reading this please don't be offended by it if I grossly miss-wrote it!) let me know what you guys think!